Stand up straight And walk tall around If you want The world to sing your praise Well let 'em see you sweat Don't let your eyes get wet Well thats the
Everyday in lunch in high school, And all of my senior year, I'd drink my Coca-Cola with a touch of everclear. I never had to study math, science or
Lay your head down tonight and dream of the love we had Close your eyes so you won''t see the man you love not hold you tight A flame that once burned
Well I guess you were right. The Bluebonnets are worth the drive and Now I'm here in Canyon Lake alone. I know you came here When you were down and
Well I guess you were right The bluebonnets are worth the drive and Now I'm here in canyon lake alone I know you came here When you were down and feeling
They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line. Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine. They've been all the way to Utah
I've heard stories about the 1950's. Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's. Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be the same. But way down South
Roger Creager I don't blame you, I know it was the only way that it could be The only way to put an end to this was for you to put the hurt on me I
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall Youve seen it all, youve seen it all Watched
The autumn leaves are turning to rust and gold I used to love this season..now it just feels cold I took a drive down to the shoreline Thought the sea
It's 2 am another motel room and the boys, They?ll be sleeping soon. But I'm up and around and feeling blue With not much of anything to do. Maybe
Pack up all the dishes Make a note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me Aw you know he always bored me And throw out all those LA papers
Hey I?m a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress. I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I?m a redneck mother a
Alla en el rancho grande, alla donde vivia Habia una rancherita, que allegre me decia Que allegre me decia Te voy a hacer tus calzones Como los que
Driving slow, it?s piling up on the highway But I can?t stop until I reach Cheyenne The radio plays a sad song of forgiveness My love for you it leads
I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18. A hometown hottie she was good to go My little Cajun queen. She's as hot as good country
Love ain't what this song's about Candlelight ain't what I'm in the mood for now I don't need a metaphor to help me get this out Love ain't what this
Looks like I really screwed up again Should've learned by now that I ain?t never gonna win I know the reason, I didn?t even ask, I?ve heard it all from